Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.